I Have Hiv

Oh, please let me say! Yes just say, I have HIV! And listen! If I may? Does it mean I cannot be? Will the holy play GOD? Deny me the right to breathe. Bay for a sick man’s blood, Roil in rage, anger, seethe. Are you the truth alone? I the epitome of amorality? Who will cast the first stone? Refuse to see sanity? Village barber’s spiked nick, often blooms our weekly beard. Twists life to a punishing crick, frozen senses lost, gone, sheared. Cruel doctor’s scalpel knife, in muddy pond’s water boiled. Ah! our children and my wife, Alas, they too now, for ever soiled.